making space

All that’s left is an empty bowl
a bell ringing
silence

If we were conscious of how we bend
(but never break)

until the moment when
an urn is found in the recently auctioned condo

inside a birchwood urn
inside a blue velvet bag

the tag number reads six numbers and
there are no next of kin

When a husband leaves

A man’s dying wish:
to die by the river

won’t you take me to the river
bend
(but never brake)

please leave me by the river

my soul to take
me to the river
bed

i will sleep forever

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